~ISSA
“Shut up,” I muttered angrily as I drove to the lawyer’s house.
“Who are you talking to?” Yulia asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“He is taunting me,” I told her.
Iran had been laughing nonstop in my head ever since he fought his way out and unleashed hell on those witches. I could do nothing as he took control of my body while I was forced to take the back seat and helplessly watch.
I still had the taste of blood in my mouth and I fought the gag that was taking place in my throat.
“Is it always like this?” Yulia asked.
“I have been dealing with Iran since I was a boy, Yulia,” I said with a sigh. “He has been my curse for as long as I can remember,” I added.
“Was that how you fought against magic?” She asked. “Because I know that Werewolves are fast but magic is faster.”
She was right. Magic was very effective against wolfkind and even more lethal if the magic user was very powerful.
“Magic works against me, and it hurts like hell, but with Iran, it’s like pain is what he craves,” I answered her. “It was why I could fight against witchcraft.”
Images of battlefields and blood filled my vision as I drove. I shook my head to clear the memories.
Yulia looked out the window, her face deep in thought. I was a bit surprised that she was calm about the whole thing. I had believed that seeing Iran would scare her away but she had been so accepting. I guessed that it was due to our bond.
“I still don’t understand something, Issa,” Yulia said, still looking outside the window of the car.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Why would Rogers do this?” She asked and I could hear the pain in her voice. “I thought he was on our side.”
I scoffed. “Rogers is not on anyone’s side except his own,” I replied. “Marianna was too trusting of him and look how it played out.”
“I noticed the animosity between the two of you when he visited me,” She reminded me.
“He is a self-serving son of a bitch and you will know why when we get to him,” I told her as I parked right in front of his high loft apartment.
We got down and headed straight to the front door. “So should we knock or…”
I put my foot through the door and it fell off the hinges. “Or we could do that,” Yulia said.
There was no need to knock, Rogers did not deserve any sort of courtesy. I walked in and Yulia followed closely behind. We found him by the fireplace, sitting on a chair with a glass of wine filled to the brim. He had a defeated look etched on his face. I suspected that he had been expecting us.
“Please, make yourselves at home,” He slurred his words as he looked at us. He was such a disgusting sight to look at. “But I will let you know that the door you just broke down was a mahogany made one, quite expensive. What happened to knocking?”
“What happened to your loyalty?” Yulia shot back coldly.
He scoffed. “Loyalty?” He said with disdain. “Loyalty does not pay my bills, little girl,” He added in a drunken tone.
“So, how much were you paid to kill my sister?” I asked him.
“I take it, you killed Agatha,” Rogers said, ignoring my question. “She was a damn good witch you know, and a good lawyer too, not that you cared,” he drawled on.
“You are underestimating my patience, Rogers,” I said curtly. He sighed and looked at Yulia then at me.
“I am not the one behind Marianna’s death, and I know that you will find it hard to believe me but I did not want her dead…I loved her,” He said. I was not expecting that response at all.
“What are you saying?” Yulia demanded.
I could feel how mad and impatient she was getting. I knew that she was fighting the urge to lunge at the drunk lawyer.
“She died because of you, Yulia,” Rogers said quietly as he glared at me. “She owed you no obligations. Even when she wanted to adopt you, I was against it but she never listened.”
“You overstepped when you believed Marianna would ever take the counsel of a worthless omega like you,” I told him. “You are not worthy of anyone’s love Rogers. That is why your own pack banished you.”
Rogers shot to his feet; his eyes filled with rage. I smirked at his pathetic attempt at being brave. He was no match for me and he knew it. He was a dead man and he was aware of that.
“I knew what you were the very first time you slithered your way into Marianna’s life but I did nothing because my sister always had a thing for stray dogs,” I told him. “And how did you repay her kindness, by setting her up to be killed.”
“She would have been alive if only she had given up Yulia!” He thundered. “If you had not been in her life,” He gazed at Yulia with pure hatred as he spoke. “Perhaps she would have had time for me but instead she was busy raising you like her child.”
“My mother would have never fallen for a piece of shit like you, I am so sick of even looking at you. You pretended to be a friend; you said you loved my mother and yet you did not even think twice before you sacrificed her!” Yulia berated him.
Rogers closed his eyes as tears streaked down his eyes. Whatever internal turmoil he was going through meant nothing to me. He was going to pay with his life.
“Who wants Yulia?” I asked.
“I can not tell you that, not even with the threat of death,” Rogers said defiantly. “So go ahead and kill me, it changes nothing.”
“Helena Craven,” Yulia said and I froze.
“How do you know that name?” Rogers asked with shock written all over his drunk face.
I answered him. I did so by punching a hole through his chest and grabbing his still beating heart. He gasped in pain, his eyes wide with surprise and death. He grabbed my hand feebly with both of his hands as he tried to say something but only blood escaped his lips.
“It seems like you have no use to me anymore,” I said calmly and pulled his heart out of his chest. He fell on his side and rolled on his back.
He died with his eyes wide open. I threw the heart into the fireplace and watched with satisfaction as it burnt.